Here, we do not only celebrate one new year Every day is a new day to start anew But also any way to celebrate something new, Customary to someone other than you, Is no less splendatory Having a sense of belonging to the history of man The richness of humanity, our ever evolving understanding of creation Tied in every way to the center of what it means to have loved -- been loved Here, we are a nation of many colors, iridescent Stitched with Red White and Blue, the common threads uniting us Residing on a land people have traveled to and through for centuries A place with a people as diverse as the vegetation, much also having been brought We the People, a sustaining sustenance, stewards Native to this land or not, we have shared in the weaving and the weeping We have built and spilt, sacrificed and endured, We have held on to our dreams so tightly, they c...